The Dream

This describes the results of a dream I had as a child.

The Dream

At the time, I didn’t tell anyone about the dream,
but it's still as vibrant, as the day I saw Him, with His body
concealed in curtains of light
descending from the clouds.

Each aspect of the dream,
fills me with awe and
generates again my delight at witnessing
His return.

I know that there are some who won’t believe that
just because I dreamed of His return and
know without a doubt that it is true; therefore
let me explain why I believe it.

My knowledge is that of a seeker, who
nearing the point of defeat and exhaustion,
opened her heart to the
possibility of the
question
raised by the memory of the dream and
searched for the signs of its realization
through swamps of doubts and pages of cryptograms,
until I heard the Pen of God’s ancient Glory drowning out the
voices of my fears and transforming
worry and
xenophobic propensities into
yearnings to love humanity and
zeal to proclaim God’s promise fulfilled.

NOTES: I wrote this poem for "Invalid Item" . The form of this poem is ABCsDairus.